gloves! She will have another hundred and fifty if nothing comes out, if she keeps her mouth shut until the 30th of May. You are quite safe. Don't look so woebegone. I…I can't bear it."
He turned his back to her.
"What will Gabriel say?"
"The most priggish thing he can think of," he answered roughly.
"He doesn't look at things in the same way you do."
"Do you think I don't know his superiority?"
"Now you are angry, offended."
"You've done the right thing. You are not in the health for any big annoyance."
She was holding her side with both hands.
"I believe the pain is coming on again."
"Oh; no, it isn't." But he moved nearer to her. No contradiction or denial warded off the attack. She bore it badly too, pulse and colour evidencing her collapse. Hurriedly and perhaps without sufficient thought he rang for Stevens, called for hot water, gave her her first injection of morphia.
Stevens knew or guessed what had been going on, and took a gloomy view. Every one in the house knew of Mrs. Roope's visit.
"It will be the death of her."
"No, it won't," he said savagely. "You do what you are told."
"I 'ope I know my duty," she replied primly.
